NYC weekend

Last weekend Andrew and I went to NYC.  By ourselves!  

We've been there together three times before, but never just the two of us.  It was nice.  We saw a couple plays, ate a couple delicious meals, then took the bus home.  Our play reviews:

Jersey Boys - Amazing, loved it, very polished, we'd recommend it (though "authentic New Jersey language" was listed as a "special affect" so if you go to this show be prepared for a barrage of f-bombs), we'd see it again.

Spiderman - Eh.  .  .  .  Don't waste your money.

It was nice to go away on a three-day weekend because we came back Sunday afternoon and still had Monday with the family.  Andrew used the day to get a bunch of stuff done around the house.  He put down an attic floor and moved all the holiday decorations up there (using his rope climbing ropes to haul our heavy artificial tree up), fixed our shower door and towel rack, put in a couple door stoppers, switched out the door knobs for the front and back doors, fixed our storm door, and replaced my break light along with a running a slew of errands.  I was significantly less productive.  The girls and I spent the morning at Chuck E. Cheese, then in the afternoon I dug up a few oak trees that were trying to take root in my garden (just bush sized) and plowed through some of Shelby Foote's mammoth Civial War, A Narrative (book 1 of 3).  Ah, if only all weekends could be three day weekends.